Death Wish

Hold it right there.

Hold it again.

Come on, Paul.

One more.

- You won't show those to anyone.

- Why? You've got a prime figure.

- You really have.

- That's a euphemism for "fat."

Wanna go back to the hotel?

What's wrong with right here?

We're too civilized.

I remember when we weren't.

But we'll go back to the hotel.

I don't wanna go back home.

Passengers on TW 76

from Honolulu to New York...

... should proceed from the check-in

counter to boarding.

Wanna know what was happening

while you were living it up in Maui?

There were 15 murders the

first week and 21 last week.

That's a lot.

Decent people will have to

live elsewhere.

You mean, people who can afford to.

Christ. You're such

a bleeding-heart liberal.

For the underprivileged, yeah.

The underprivileged

are beating our brains out.

I say, stick them

in concentration camps.

- Henry.

- Hello.

I'm running cost and profit on the

Jainchill development in Arizona.

Based on the figures, I don't see how

Blueridge can underwrite 50 percent.

Jainchill has been very successful

in a small way.

I suggest you send a man down from our

San Francisco office to step it out...

...redesign it if necessary.

Because that's a high risk

for the acreage involved.

I'll talk to Ing about it.

Thanks, Paul.

Oh, how does it feel to be back

in the war zone after Hawaii?

Good until I ran into Sam and he

delivered the crime rates statistics.

We need more cops than people.

You'll have to find other options.

No one could pay the taxes.

$2.17.

Would you have these delivered, Mary?

Hey, I'm gonna do a thing.

- Shit, man, got business.

- Let's go, man.

I'll get it.

Who is it?

Groceries, ma'am.

Nobody gets hurt. Don't move.

- What do you want?

- You know what we want.

- You won't hurt us?

- Not if you got money.

Nobody, nobody.

Look at the artiste doing his art.

Ain't that beautiful?

- My purse is in the kitchen.

- Stand still.

We'll do as they say, Carol.

Where's your purse?

You only got 4 bucks.

I got 3 and 2 bits.

You gonna get the shit

kicked out of you.

- It's all we have.

- Rich people like you? We want money!

It's true! That's all we have!

- Wanna get fucked?

- No!

I'm gonna stab you in the ass.

Leave her alone!

Goddamn rich cunt!

I kill rich cunts!

Mother's getting the shit

kicked out of her.

Let's screw this one.

- No, man. Let's travel.

- No, man, let me paint her ass.

I'll show you how to paint.

I'm gonna pee into her mouth.

Pee into her mouth.

I hope she likes my paintbrush.

Swallow all that pink, honey.

Open her goddamn mouth!

Eat it, bitch!

I'm gonna bust her mouth!

Mother's going for the phone!

Shit! Let's split.

Will you get my wife

on the phone, please?

Mr. Kersey's office.

- Is it my wife?

- No, sir, it's your son-in-law.

Hello, Jack.

Dad. Dad, we got trouble.

You and Carol?

Don't tell me about it.

No...

...it's Mom and Carol. They're taking

them to emergency receiving.

- What the hell for?

- I don't know.

The police just called.

- What's happening?

- I don't know any more.

I'm going to the hospital.

Meet me there.

- How are they?

- I don't know, I just got here.

You know anything?

Were they cut, stabbed, what?

No, sir. Just beat up.

This is Officer Joe Charles.

He came in the ambulance.

- They gonna be all right?

- I told him all I know.

If there's anything I can do,

ask for me at the 21st Precinct.

Come on, Dad.

What did they tell you?

- Not much.

- Well, what?

- They beat them both up.

- Who did? Why?

Take it easy.

I'm just as rattled as you.

The officer said

Carol wasn't making sense.

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